(mature themes)
being a first year at tokyo metropolitan curse technical college has its perks - one being your fellow class-men, fushiguro megumi; the stoic yet golden possessor of the ten shadows technique.
but how did you come to this conclusio...
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the once claustrophobic confines of the school walls became expansive with the glimmer of fuschia light. as (y/n) felt the demon inching its presence towards her- a retching feeling arose from the bottom of her soul , the very anger of grief and dying manifesting and growing out of her like a jungle vine . it bubbled and stretched until she opened her eyes to stare into the vast expanses of the monsters soul - they adopted bright pink glares flashing around her iris like whimsical petals. she lifted her hand to summon luminous branches that ripped through the concrete and tugged the bodies of her seniors out of the deforming body. a swift move of her hand released a swarm of magenta and soft pastel pink petals swirling around her head like a vast storm which winds entangled the creature. it seized and caterwhauled like a shot animal- its cauterized skin burning even more with every touch of the cherry flurry.
through the midst of the illuminated wildfire , a foot smashed through the petals- its red clad trainers imbedding itself into the monsters buckteeth sending it flying to the other side of the room. the assailant, itadori, gripped sasaki's unconscious body to his chest - hoping his attack hadn't caused her already statuesque body damage. only once did he catch his breathe, did he see the glowing flurry caressing his blossom hair - synchronised in color yet opposite in touch , soft strands versus toxic burns.
itadori's attention wavered from the botanical fires raging around him to see the source - (y/n) . her hair levitated in a halo- ablaze with pinks, browns and greens. her veins shimmered under the moonlight , wires pulsing with the electricity within her soul. he could not believe his eyes - he thought the very fantasy of curses was farfetched but now , now his sole reason for bombarding a window displayed a strength beyond his. was this relief he was feeling , or was it the feeling of finally being abandoned by your cause itself?
"itadori!(y/n!)!" , fushiguro screamed amidst the chaotic scene - whilst he was furious at the reckless teenagers , a shockwave of awe pulsed through him- courage clearly comes from within, imbuing him with strength he wish he had. he could not take his mind off the wisps of willow sparkling from (y/n)'s chest - never a technique had he seen so beautiful since his sensei's.
speaking of the girl , the light within her dimmed to the point of void like darkness until her eyes rolled deep inside her head. her body withered like a dying rose and she collapsed into the arms of her savior , itadori. fushiguro could not deny he was jealous , but clearly it was not the time for his testosterone to dominate his rationality.
megumi's brown boots echoed across the wooden floorboards until he reached the pair. he noticed the same lumbering curse across the way, scattering its multiple limbs like a frantic arachnid towards a trapped fly. his fist automatically collided with the creature and knocked it back once again - hopefully to the point of exorcism.
itadori gasped, " this is a curse?!? it's different from what i was expecting." the boy honestly didn't have a clue what fushiguro's ramblings would manifest as - grey aliens or floating witches. but certainly not this.
